Friday, February 19, 2010

Traffic is incessant, with a never ending procession of buses streaming up the rise from the Haymarket, shuddering to a stop at the QVB stands, before crawling to their destination down at the Quay. The corner of George and Park, one of the busiest, and most complex in Sydney, has Woolworths and The Galleries Victoria to the east, and the Town Hall and the Queen Victoria Building to the west.

The belching engines of the ageing Mercedes buses combust with the agitated pedal-pumping of taxi drivers, focussed on long-distance fares and the need for continual turnover. The incessant din from cranes and jackhammers on overarching construction sites competes with the amplified tirade from the lone christian on a crate spruiking his personal vision of Armageddon and the continual horn-honking of irate car drivers exasperated and awash in a torrent of trade.

Riff, (n.) (v.)

2011

During 2011, I will post less frequently but, hopefully, 3x per week. Each post will be about 500 words. There will be an image, with the link being just as tenuous as it was during 2010. These will be atmospheric character studies. Read on to see what I mean. I will read extensivly Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Munro and Enright to begin with.

2010

A riff is an improvisation upon a theme. The aim of this blog is to post each of the 365 days of 2010. Each post is to consist of an image I have created, plus text which is the riff. This text is to be 150 words in length, no more no less. Mere descripton a reader can see for themself.